Chapter 5
Tiny and Cissy walked Lauren into the clearing. The glare and the heat from the fires, coupled with the thunderous rock music blaring from the transistor radios, unnerved the fat and frightened man.
"Hey gang," Tiny called out. "Look what I found up in the bushes pounding meat!"
"Sheeeit," Cissy said, "this old fucker was really gettin' off on all this naked pussy runnin' around."
"That right?" Leader said, coming into the light of the main fire. "Well now, he likes to see all us naked. Let's get his ass bare."
The music stopped with a crash of silence and the eyes of same twenty couples turned to the newcomer.
Laird's eyes swept the clearing. He saw a lot of male and female skin, long hair, beards, and leering faces. He guessed most of the girls to be in their late teens and the men in their early to mid-twenties.
"You'd better stop this," Laird said, his first words coming out in a- high-pitched voice. "I'm warning you.. ."
"You ain't warnin' anybody 'bout anything, fat man," Tiny said, ripping the older man's trousers and shorts down to his ankles.
"Hey, lookee there," Jakey cried, ripping the man's shirt open. "He got him a hard sausage there."
"Hey, fat man," Leader said, "that's naughty of you. You got yourself a hard watchin' our wimmen runnin' round here with their ass cheeks bobbin' and their tits bouncin'. Is that what you gone an done?"
"Please," Laird cried, his knees wobbling and his face flushed with shame. "Please don't do this."
"Hey, lookee here," said Momma Sheba, ripping apart the wallet." she had taken from his trousers. "This guy's a councilman for the county and the mayor of Saderville!"
"No shit," Cissy cried, reaching over and grabbing Laird's hard-on. "Let me take that off him, Leader. Sheeit, I ain't never fucked me a mayor before."
"Hey, how about that, Leader," Jakey chimed in, "let's let the momma handle him. If he's so hot for some of our pussy, let's see what he can do with it."
Leader stepped close to Laird. "How about that, Mr. Mayor? Think you can handle some of this pussy? Our mommas have got the hottest cunts around,"
"You'll be sorry for this," Laird said.
"Sheeit," Leader said, and buried his fist in the fat man's belly. "Go get him, mommas. Let's see what he's got."
Lauren Laird was conscious of total fright as the girls began unwinding their naked bodies from the men and strolled toward him. Their undulating bodies were hypnotic. But the men were real; he could see their muscles bulging.
Cissy's hand left his turgid rigidity, and he wished it would deflate. He tried to sink away from the surging crowd. The pain ached in his gut from Leader's blow, but his cock wouldn't deflate.
Several women grasped him and flipped him onto his back and spread-eagled him. He whimpered and kicked a bare foot at one of the girls' groins.
"That's naughty," said the girl, an amazonic brunette. "He tried to kick me, girls. Get him!"
"We'll get him," Cissy yelled. "Baby, we'll get you good."
There was no way out. He was virtually nailed to the ground by naked women. Cissy and Momma Sheba approached him from opposite ends.
Cissy grabbed him by the hair and savagely yanked his head up. She kneeled on her haunches in front of his face. "See that pussy, Mr. Mayor? There's five big loads of real man cum up that twat. Suck it-clean my cunt out real good with your tongue." Brutally she rammed her cunt against Laird's mouth.
"No! No!" he shouted, "I'll be sick."
"Shut up!" Cissy said. "Shut up and suck my messy cunt!" She turned his face back to her dripping pussy. Using steel-like fingers, she pried his jaws apart and maneuvered her jizz-infested cunt against his gaping mouth. "Suck?"
Lauren Laird sucked.
"Eat it!"
Lauren ate, sucking the cum and female love juices from her pussy and swallowing them. At the same time, hands were all over his body. He felt cool hands on his thighs and ass; cool fingers teased his balk. Then there were warm lips kissing his ass; a hot tongue snaked into his crack and flicked his clenched rectum; fingers were on his cock and balls. And warm lips kissed his chest; warm tongues lapped his swollen cock.
And then a shotgun blasted into the air about ten yards from the main fire, and Myron stepped into the light.
"All right, fun's over," Myron said, the firelight dancing off his badge and gunbelt. "Let him up."
The girls rolled away from Laird's trembling body. The fat man jumped to his feet and started pulling his clothes on.
"You bastard sons-a-bitches. You fuckin' dope head animals. You're gonna pay for this.. . you're gonna pay through your asses for this." Laird swore.
"Fuck you, fat man," Leader said, and turned to Myron. "He was sittin' up there spyin' on us. The old son-of-a-bitch was beating his meat watching our scene."
"You got two problems, hot rod," Myron said. "You were havin' your Utile orgy on his land, and he's the mayor,"
"But it was his fault! Shit, man, give us a break," Leader said.
"I'm the sheriff, friend. He's the man. You want to prefer charges, Mr. Laird?"
"You bet your sweet ass I do. Those two girls, and him," Laird said, pointing at Leader. "He assaulted me."
"Yeah, an' I'll do it again, you fat hay."
Leader managed one good swing, landing his fist directly in the middle of Laird's face, masking his nose.
Myron had been a little nervous himself or he could have headed off the blow before it landed. The young sheriff had never seen so much good-looking pussy. Bare tits and moist crotches were all around him as Leader lashed out and the Mayor landed on his ass.
"You pay for that, you fuckin' hood," Laird screamed.
"Fuck you," Leader countered.
He raised his foot, preparing to smash his heel into the fat man's already bloody face when the butt of Myron's shotgun caught him across the back of the head.
"All right" Myron said, "somebody put him in the back of the patrol car. You two cunts in with him. Move it!"
Lauren Laird mounted the stain on shaky feet. His nose had been set by the family doctor with a warning to keep his damn mouth shut. Myron and his deputy, Floyd Walker, had hustled the two girls and the stud motorcyclists into the town jail.
When Laird entered the bedroom, Jessica was working on a tray of scotch. She was at her vanity pouring cold cream on her face and doing things to her hair. She looked up when he entered.
"Jesus Christ, what the fuck happened to your. . ."
"Shut up," Lauren said, crossing into the bath. She crossed to the door where he was disrobing for a shower. "Did you fuck one of the kids and her boyfriend got mad?"
"I said shut your fucking face."
"You fat bastard. Look at you, a fat slob trying all the time to swing with young cunt."
"You drunken cunt," he said, throwing his clothes on the floor. Jessica wasn't quite drunk, but she was far from sober. He wondered who she had fucked that night.
"Or did you drop by and fuck your little black whore tonight?" Jessica laughed loudly.
"Jessica, I'll take just so much of your shit and no more.
"You'll get worse than shit from me, you fat pig. What does she see in you? What do you do, strap on a dildo when you bang her? I been able to take what is dangling between your legs all these years and I don't feel any special thrills."
"Bitch!" Lauren smacked her, lightly, with his left hand catching her on the cheek, but the follow-up right carried strength and was well thrown.
Jessica spat scotch into her husband's face and threw her glass at him. He ducked, but not fast enough. The glass sliced him above the eye, adding to the injuries he'd already undergone.
"You whore," Laird shouted.
"You bastard," she retorted.
He leaped up, smacked his wife, and she went careening against the vanity table. Perfume bottles and jars of cosmetics tumbled to the floor.
Her robe slipped open. She was nude beneath. He remembered the young girls earlier that evening on the hill as he watched his own beautiful wife pull herself to her feet. His eyes riveted on her heaving, angry tits.
She saw him staring at her, suddenly drooling over her body. She also noticed that his cock was starting to stiffen. "Are you horny, Lauren? You look it." As she spoke, she undid her black hair, letting it flow about her shoulders.
He watched her animal movements.
He hated her, but he had to admit she was a beautiful woman. Her hair now went past her shapely shoulders, nearly falling to her wide, sculptured hips. She rose to her Nil height, nearly three inches taller than her husband. Her carriage was splendid, her walk exciting, and her body truly regal.
"Look, Lauren," she hissed. "Look, but don't touch, you prick bastard." She slithered out of the gown and let it fall to the floor.
Her tits bubbled from her chest, spilling into the narrow path of his eyes. Laird drew in his breath at the sight and clutched the side of a chair. He tried to fight it, but he couldn't. The bitch. He was charged up, jolted into stiffness.
Her tits were heavy, rose-tipped melons, her ass broad, jutting in invitation. His mouth became cotton as Jessica paraded up and down, twisting back and forth, showing off her body.
"No matter where you look, you bastard, you'll never find anything as good as this."
She stood before him, a smile hovering about her full lips. Erect and straining, the immense breasts rose. His flesh broke out and he quivered as the hurting sensation raced through him. His loins tingled, his cock hardened.
"God!" was all he could say.
He could almost feel her tits, knowing the nipples under his touch would become rubbery and large. He wrapped his hand around his stiff cock and took a step toward her.
"You're going to take this, and now!"
"Oh, yeah?"
Jessica snatched up an empty perfume bottle and threw it accurately. It landed on Laird's temple, breaking the skin. He tottered, shook his head, recovered and sent a brutal blow her way.
Jessica couldn't duck fast enough. The fist landed beneath her bobbing tits on the belly button. She blacked out as she fell.
She regained consciousness just as he was about to sink his cock into her cunt. He used his superior strength to part her legs and his prick was poised, jutting from a thick forest of tangled hair. She closed her eyes as he went into her, without any preliminaries, sending his cock home. It was like sandpaper scraping her tender flesh and brought her out of the daze.
His hands worked under her and his ass began to rise and fall, chafing her insides. He probed like an animal, digging into her, hammering.
He was unable to excite her; she was too hurt, too angry to react and his savage thrusts widened her, stretching the sides, bruising her cuntlips. There was no point in struggling, she realized. Give the rat what he wants and he will finish.
Laird finally slumped, caught his breath and tugged his worn object out, his limp prick trailing juice all the way down her leg. "You were no help."
"Get out of here, you unwashed pig."
"It's still my house."
"Get yourself a mistress, some woman stupid enough to put out for you, but leave me alone. Either you move into the other bedroom, or I will."
"You keep your fuckin' mouth to yourself, or you can get out altogether."
"Like Caroline? Like she got out altogether, you pig?"
"Shut up," he said.
"And if I don't? What will you do, Lauren, rape me again? Rape me like you raped Caroline?"
"Shut the fuck up," he said, stomping from the room and down the stairs. Still naked, he went into the bar and poured himself a whiskey. He downed it in one jolt and poured another.
"Caroline," he muttered, "Caroline... dammit."
Jessica's daughter was fifteen when they had married, but she looked twenty. In the two years that followed their marriage, Lauren had watched her mature even more, into a sexy, golden-haired little goddess. Even though she had taken to calling him "Daddy", he couldn't keep the thought out of his head that he wasn't her real father.
By the time Caroline was seventeen, Lauren and Jessica's marriage had cooled to the point of a once-a-month quickie on afternoons when he wasn't working and she wasn't cocktaillng or at one of her several charities.
One night he came home to find Jessica gone off to a party without him, and Caroline smoking pot with two of her girl friends by the pool. He raised hell with all of them, told the girls to go on home and shoved Caroline off to her room.
She went, but as he was undressing in his bedroom, he heard her again by the pool. He looked out.
Caroline stood on the driving board in a skimpy bikini. She sailed into the water, breaking its surface with a perfect dive. Seconds later her head appeared on the surface and she swam to the rope ladder with powerful strokes. She crawled up, hoisting herself from the pool and stood on the multi-colored tiles, shaking the water from her magnificent body.
The girl was built as well, or better, than her beautiful mother. Watching her, Laird felt the tingle in his groin he always felt when he looked at fleshy, young women.
She ran her fingers through the tangled, wet hair and smiled, her lips very full and soft-looking, and something akin to lust glowing in her strange colored eyes. Her body was long, full-fleshed, her tanned thighs quivered and her breasts bound by the skimpy bikini top bounced.
A shiver possessed her wet body and her ass, two solidly-hewn cheeks; trembled. He looked at the massive buttocks, the bikini sinking into the division, and then he looked elsewhere, checking the size of the kidney-shaped, swimming pool, taking his mind off what his cock was telling him, Angry at himself and Jessica all at the same time, he moved into the shower and turned on the cold water full blast. Then he toweled off. His mind kept floating back to Caroline by the pool.
His cock was like a rock.
He looked in the mirror. He didn't look bad. The fat around his middle would came later and his cock could still get hard with the best of them.
He was short, but well-built, and he still had all his hair; which most of the men in town his age couldn't say.
He opened the bathroom door where Caroline had gone to shower. He didn't see her rummaging through her mother's bureau. She had discarded her bikini and was wearing only a flimsy pair of panties.
The steam puffed out, rising toward the ceiling as he stepped into the room. Seconds before, Lauren had been obscured, hidden by the thick vapor. Now, as it evaporated, they were revealed to each other; his cock was erect, the huge head throbbing, and her tits were high, the nipples hard and straining from the dark, silver dollar-sized areola.
"Daddy! Jesus!"
They both tried to speak, but they were speechless.
Caroline wished that she could mumble something, make some remark that would relieve the tension, but her eyes were riveted on her stepfather's cock. It was the first time she had seen a grown man completely nude, especially with an erection. It was a wild discovery compared to the bays she had swam naked with.
Caroline had never imagined her mother fucking this man. Even when she had heard the wild sounds coming from their bedroom at night, she had never visualized it. He was handsome in his younger days. She knew that because of the pictures around the house; but she had never considered him as anything other than another man.
Now, looking directly at his huge erection, he seemed more like a lover than the frustrated boys who constantly pawed her, but seemed too afraid to go much further.
For his part, Laird was all too aware of this young girl's beauty and what could be done with it. She was young, but she was a sexy creature who moved in a rhythmic, enticing way..
In the semi-dark room) her tits were quite lull, rich with fleshy firmness. He looked down at. the pulpy curve of her cunt and then back up at the deep valley between the two pink peaks of her tits.
"I was looking for one of mother's bras. . ." she stammered.
"Oh, shit, Caroline-I-"
Jessica had forgotten an invitation list on the top of her dresser. She had returned for it and was at the top of the stairs when she heard her husband's strangled cry.
She ran into the bedroom and snapped on the light. Her eyes quickly took in her husband's contorted face, her daughter's huge, naked breasts, and Laird's ready cock.
"You son-of-a-bitch! She's my daughter!"
"Wait a minute," he said. "It was an accident."
"And what the hell are you doing in here-like that?" Jessica cried, shaking Caroline.
"I tell you.. ." bird said, moving toward them.
"Shut your face and put some goddamn clothes on!"
Jessica hustled her daughter out of the room and Laird sunk to the bed, shaking his head. When his wife returned, he was still there and his cock was still shooting straight up from his crotch.
"Didn't I tell you to cover that thing up?"
"Yeah," he said, rising and heading toward the bathroom. "I will, right after I get it off."
"Not with me you won't, not any more."
"That's okay by me."
It happened two weeks later, under almost the same circumstances. Laird was already a little drunk when he got home.
"Is your mother here?"
"No," Caroline answered. "She had to go down to the stables."
"Shit," he said, as if Caroline weren't then. "Fix me some coffee and pack a bag for me. I've got to go to San Francisco tonight."
He half-filled a mug with whiskey and topped it off with coffee. He drew a tub and soaked while Caroline packed a bag and set out a fresh shirt and suit. He could hear her moving around in the bedroom but the whiskey he had already consumed was fogging his brain too much for him to determine if she was carrying out his orders or not.
Laird rested the empty mug on the edge of the tub and looked at his watch. Plenty of time, he figured, to catch the plane. And if he missed it then he would drive and stop off at Clarissa's whore house on the way.
The soapy water flowed about his neck and he leaned back, bringing his knees up. His cock floated to the surface and gently, he soaped it down. His gentle lathering produced a stiffness, and a picture of Caroline, naked and alluring, drifted into his head.
"Everything is all set and you should be getting out of there," Caroline called through the door.
"Let me rinse off."
He showered cold and left the bathroom, still thinking of Caroline's body.
Not wanting a repeat performance of the last time, however, he pulled his robe on before leaving the bathroom. The shades were drawn and Caroline stood next to the bed, naked.
"What the hell?"
"Just a little something to send you on your way, Daddy dear."
"Caroline-"
"I've thought about this since the last time it happened. I've been wanting to do it with someone far the last three years. I've decided it might as well be you as some fumbling boy."
"You're crazy."
"I don't think your body is objecting very much," she said, nodding to the front of his robe, where his cock was making like a tent pole.
It was true; his cock was still soaring, poked at her. But even if his senses were aroused, and the balled head of erection rose almost to the level of his navel, his mind was on other matters, like fear.
She ran across the room, ass bouncing, and leaped into the bed. Laughing, she settled down, acting more like a schoolgirl on a silly adventure than a virgin giving up what was considered to be a prized thing.
It was a trick. If he fucked her she would scream like hell and his hide would be nailed to the wall. But he kept looking at the curve of her hips, the dimpled belly, the round, high-set tits. A tall, slender, extremely well-curved girl. His cock was too erect, quivering, the tip swollen. Whit in hell should he do?
Caroline eased herself up, giving more roundness to her body, emphasizing the length of her legs, the muscles in her slim thighs. Something wild shone in her eyes. Digging her heels into the bed, she strained the rounded calves and thigh muscles and bucked up, revealing a gaping cunt. The nipples of her luscious tits were elongated, her shapely mouth parted.
With a sigh, she fell back. As her thighs parted, his palm rubbed along the mound, flattening the dark, rough hairs, pressing down the soft lips. Her ass went off the sheet, rotating, and her thighs tensed.
"DO you know what the hell you're doing?" he said, his voice already husky with lust.
"No, not really," she said, her eyes still closed, "and I'm a little afraid, but I wanna do it, anyway.
Her face had become animated. He kissed her upturned breasts, knowing that he was lost to this child. Caroline's long-fingered, delicate hand closed hotly around his rigid prick. She stroked it lovingly, as if it were an old friend..
"Mmm," she moaned, "feels good.., feels big and hard."
"Crazy. This is crazy," he groaned.
The warmth of her hand made the blood pound in his prick. The reasoning, thinking part of his brain took a trip as the musky odor of her virgin pussy rose to fill his nostrils. He bent his head and took the end of one delicious tit into his mouth, wetting it thoroughly with his tongue.
Her grip on his cock tightened and her slick, white thighs closed over his hand. Her lips sucked hotly on the back of his neck, driving his lips harder over her tit. With a flick, she threw her long, coarse hair over his shoulders, making them twitch.
"That feels good," she said, "your hand there, on my pussy, while I hold your cock in mine. I almost got fucked like this one night by a boy in school, but he came all over my belly before he put it in me."
He moved his body between her legs, fingering her seething slit at the same time. His head was mad with lust and desire. He had forgotten by now who she was and what she was-a virgin.
She whined a protest and placed her hands on his shoulders, pushing up, as he placed his cock against the rubbery folds of her pussy and stabbed down.
"Get set," he growled. "Set your legs, relax your cunt, and spread 'em."
"All-all right," she whined.
"You're gettin' it, honey. . . now!"
"Ohhh. . . Jesus, you're tearing me in half! Oh, my God! My belly! Stop . . . please stop, it burns like holy hell!"
He had lunged forward and in one stroke, unerring but powerful, plundered her. Blood spurted up, flecking their bodies and the bed sheets, but the girl bravely threw herself up, sheathing the unbending length of cock. As for Laird, he was steady in a rhythm, pistoning his prick in and out, giving the girl no time to become used to the invasion.
"Can't...help it...sweetheart...I know that it hurts."
He thrust his cock in and out of the slowly-opening chum, mashing her further into the bed, impaling her with abandon. She surged up vigorously, slamming up at him with her twisting ass. Her breath flowed out hotly and her pulse pounded.
They were animals battling. He grasped the back of her hard, silken thighs, hauling her up. She covered his mouth with hem, kissing him, sucking and biting his tongue.
"I had it, I had it! My first orgasm!" As the words left her twisted mouth she felt the first spurts of wet, white heat.
Laird gouged again and again at her ruptured slit as he poured his white jizz in to her body. He jammed his full length in her, held, and rubbed his cock against her clit as the last of his white liquid flooded her heaving cunt.
She sprawled back, arms out-flung, her legs, like a doll's, fluttering away from his body. Her lower lips kept pulsing and contracting around his cock.
He lifted himself from her body, his cock making a wet, slurping sound as it popped from her tight cunt. He looked down. His jizz mixed with the blood and love juices and flowed in a stream from her shattered vaginal entrance.
"Jesus, honey," he groaned. "You're mined."
"Who the fuck cares," she replied. "I don't. Let's do it some more. I blew a boy one night. Let me blow you hard and you can put it back in me."
Laird couldn't believe his cars, but he wasn't about to question his good fortune. He ran into the bath, washed himself clean, and was back in the bed in seconds. He got on his knees above her beautiful face and dangled his cock over her lips.
She had just taken his limp cock into her mouth when Jessica walked into the bedroom.
Caroline was sent away. Because of the scandal, Jessica said. It was dear she totally blamed him for the whole affair. After a while he didn't care and neither did she. Caroline ran away from the school where they had sent her.
She started demanding money to stay away. Both he and Jessica sent it to her, care of General Delivery, wherever she happened to be. They couldn't afford a scandal, or a divorce, or having Caroline around any more. Between them, they now owned most of the town and they wanted to keep it that way.
The telephone rang. He looked up. He must have been standing there for hours. Dawn was streaming through the windows.
He erased to the phone and picked it up. "Mr. Mayor? This is Myron. You better get down here. I think we got real trouble."